The parallels we pick are the distances that keep us all together… neither too close nor too far!!
Walking too close would choke the space I have, the space that is all I have.
Let’s meet after we’ve felt the first rains !
Through the diamonds that are formed when the wind is confused
and the drops before falling to the ground, collide into one another,
Glistening with the little light the fading sun is still capable of.
When the wet rooftops reflect the seeking bright rays through the clouds.
When the leaves rustle and bathe and drench
When the little feet leave the dry land and pick water filled puddles to walk
When just the touch of a small shower emanates clouds from the sweltering concrete high rises
When the heights fade and the ground becomes clearer
When it is not important for the hair to stay in its place or for the clothes to remain dry
When neither dirt bothers nor sweat
When you don’t need wings to fly nor feet to run.
When there aren’t any sounds of technology and yet all you hear is music
When the pretense is over and beauty is not restricted in vision.
When we can look inwards yet see the others..
When our paths become one and the speed doesn’t matter.
When your space doesn’t matter anymore,
Then my space wouldn’t matter anymore!
FYNDING ME 
Beta you always mesmerize me every new post. I really wish you explore your innate skill with more such posts. You, not only pen beautiful thoughts but titivate them volubly. I adore you for all that powerful art.
Happy blogging!
Pa
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